They called me on Lomboko. I suppose I knew they would, sooner or later. I'd just hoped to be gone before they did.

( As it happened, we were all too late. )

Am awake. Still sore. Probably a cracked rib or three. Pain should subside soon.

Turns out the vampire Angel is MIA. In his place is the monster Spike. Apparently something big went down with Buffy Summers in Sunnydale. Fuzzy on the details. Will find out more later.

Spike is working with Xander Harris and, strange as it may sound, David ( Read more... )

Haven't used this journal in a while. Didn't think that my soul-searching was worth keeping a record of, really.

Maybe I was wrong.

( The last few months have been, in a nutshell... )

I don't know what to do anymore.

I haven't been able to reach Damon since the spell failed. Ever since the monster paid me a visit, I've had questions that needed answers. I left word for him to contact me, but I've heard nothing. Now the phone number I was given has been disconnected, and my e-mails keep bouncing back ( Read more... )

( I failed you, Mother. )

I saw the monsterDamon's spell had worked. The monster had a soul. I went to its crypt and watched it suffer ( Read more... )

I think it worked.

I mixed the ingredients properly. I read the incantation Damon provided word for word; thank goodness I have some working knowledge of Latin, or else I'd think I might have bungled some key pronunciation.

The most telltale sign comes from the cigarettes, however.

They're glowing.

The monster should be in agony right about ( Read more... )

Finn came through.

He went to see the monster last night. He brought back something that belonged to it ( Read more... )

I've made my preparations as best I can. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

The full moon was last night. I have until Friday. If I fail, then I either wait a month, or...find another alternative.

It all hinges on Finn now ( Read more... )

( The end of my quest may soon be at hand, thanks to a fortunate turn of luck. )